Quotes About Sleep

I've been cheered by thousands, booed by thousands, but nothing feels as bad as the booing inside your own head during those ten minutes before you fall asleep.

I have just awoken, having dreamed of music. The final chord fades away within me while I try to focus on individuals amid the living, breathing mass packed into this vast waiting room, in this mixture of sleep and weariness.

something called Schwiegertochter gesucht, about country people looking to play matchmaker for their children, until the young man falls asleep with his body wrapped tight around Less's, his nose docked in Less's ear.

Since the invention of TV, the average night's sleep has gone down by two hours.

Somewhere far off a cannon sounded. Half a minute later there was another blast, which seemed to come from the opposite direction. Fools can't get to sleep, Sergeyich said to himself. Probably just warming their hands.

i suppose i have a really loose interpretation of work, because i think that just being alive is so much work at something you don't always want to do. the machinery is always going. even when you sleep

Maybe you don't like your job. Maybe you didn't get enough sleep. Nobody likes their job; nobody got enough sleep. Maybe you just had the worst day of your life. You know there's no escape and there's no excuse, so just suck up and be nice.

It was precisely midnight when he stepped through the door. Taylor had said he wanted everyone in the Incident Room an hour before first light the next day, but Perez wasn't ready for sleep. As he switched on the kettle to make tea, he remembered he hadn't eaten since lunchtime and stuck sliced bread under the grill, fished margarine and marmalade from the fridge. He'd have breakfast now, save time in the morning.

She fell suddenly and deeply asleep. A reaction to the shock, she thought later. It was as if a fuse had blown. She needed to escape.

And so, note in hand, I led my friends back to my room, where we promptly fell asleep and didn't wake up until eleven o'clock the next morning.

I looked at my watch. 2:30. I really should go back to sleep soon or I'd be a basket case at school tomorrow, I thought, but I was avoiding nightmares of my own. I had them pretty often, more often than Courtenay did. I knew they weren't real, I knew they wouldn't hurt me, but they still scared me to death.

Never eat Oreo cream filling before bed. You'll wake up with a headache.

Are we unconscious during sleep or merely unable to remember what sleep is like?

I cry and wonder how I'm going to fall asleep because sleeping means waking and going through all this again.

I cry and wonder how I am going to fall asleep because sleeping means waking and going through all this again.

My nights are flatulent and unquiet.

Whoever thinks of going to bed before twelve o'clock is a scoundrel.

Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing, Beloved from pole to pole! To Mary Queen the praise be given! She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven, That slid into my soul.

Whose bells, the poor man's only music, rang From morn to evening, all the hot Fair-day, So sweetly, that they stirred and haunted me With a wild pleasure, falling on mine ear Most like articulate sounds of things to come! So gazed I, till the soothing things, I dreamt, Lulled me to sleep, and sleep prolonged my dreams! And so I brooded all the following morn, Awed by the stern preceptor's face, mine eye Fixed with mock study on my swimming book.

E se tu stessi dormendo E dormendo facessi un sogno E in quel sogno vedessi te stesso in Paradiso E li cogliessi uno strano e bellissimo fiore E, una volta svegliato, ti ritrovassi Col fiore in mano? Oh, e se così fosse, che faresti allora?

across hers. "How did you sleep?

Magnesium is often called the great relaxer because of the calming effect it has on the nervous system and muscles. Take a dose of magnesium with lunch and another one with dinner to improve the quality of your sleep.

The dream was strongest of all when Kate's heart was broken. Then she fell asleep as if falling out of life, and the dream became numinous as real things are numinous, vivid even as it blankly slept. She couldn't prove it even to her own satisfaction, but she felt the dream was quickened by love.

I cling to my anger with every ounce of humanity left in my ruined body, but it's no use. It slips away, like a wave from shore. I am pondering this sad fact when I realize the blackness of sleep is circling my head. It's been there awhile, biding its time and growing closer with each revolution. I give up on rage, which at this point has become a formality, and make a mental note to get angry again in the morning. Then I let myself drift, because there's really no fighting it.